Ways Not To Wake Up: alarm goes off this morning, I lie in bed blearily thinking, aargh, it's Thursday, where did the week go? Then a mad electrical jolt pervades my system and I sit bolt upright, thinking AARGH! IT'S THURSDAY!, because Wednesday night is jo's game, and I was at home all evening obliviously watching X-Files and arguing with the Evil Landlord about who got to deflea the cats, and jo's going to kill me, why didn't anyone PHONE me? And I'm busy composing apologetic emails in my head when slowly it pervades: today is Wednesday, the game is tonight.
Damn, it was real, though. It took about ten minutes for my heart rate to slow. While this did catapult me into the morning in a state of vibrating wakefulness, it also didn't do much to ameliorate the otherwise incredibly sucky things with which the day has hit me, the pounding headache being the least of it.
Random Linkery in the Department of Important Feministy Stuff: rather an interesting analysis of sexist responses to Hillary Clinton's campaign. Thought-provoking.
Damn, it was real, though. It took about ten minutes for my heart rate to slow. While this did catapult me into the morning in a state of vibrating wakefulness, it also didn't do much to ameliorate the otherwise incredibly sucky things with which the day has hit me, the pounding headache being the least of it.
Random Linkery in the Department of Important Feministy Stuff: rather an interesting analysis of sexist responses to Hillary Clinton's campaign. Thought-provoking.